Winner of the Rockower Award, the highest honor in Jewish journalism, this blog contains random musings of a journalist, father, husband, son, friend, poodle-owner, Red Sox fan and occasionally-ranting rabbi, taken from Shabbat-O-Grams, columns, speeches, letters, sermons and thin air. "On One Foot," the column, appears regularly in the New York Jewish Week, as well as a blog for the "Times of Israel."

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Are you really supposed to get so drunk on Purim so as not to be able to tell the difference between Mordecai and Haman? Perhaps the line between good and evil is not so easy to draw, even when sober. But in an age of sky-high drunkenness among teens, drivers and everyone else, we need to be circumspect. Fortunately, many Jewish authorities were, long before M.A.D.D. was around. See some supplementary material on the subject from Rabbis David Golinkin and Barry Dov Lerner here.